| I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, |
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| And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; |
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| Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, |
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| And live alone in the bee-loud glade. |
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| And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, |
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| Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; |
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| There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, |
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| And evening full of the linnet's wings. |
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| I will arise and go now, for always night and day |
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| I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; |
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| While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, |
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| I hear it in the deep heart's core. |